Sunday, April 08, 2007

One Easter Morn

One Easter Morn

As I was strolling about one Easter morn,
I reflected on just what this day meant;
Of how one man could give his very life

For so many others in those times of strife;
And how from that past to this day present
From His death, that salvation twas born.

The air cold and crisp, the sun shone bright;
Winter had refused to release its firm hold
In spite of the pleas of an overdue Spring.

In protest a piece of debris did take wing,
And lest it thought its actions were bold
The cruel wind whisked it far out of sight.

Ere it vanished, did I find pause to muse;
So very tenuous, how so delicate our lives,
A piece of debris can become a metaphor -

That we are debris, no less and no more.
I am a person cast adrift, one who strives
With nothing to win, and nothing to lose.

The precious gift of life from one man's loss,
That is what we should praise and remember;
Have we forgotten He gave all he had to give?

Could we forsake gain and yet desire to live
Whence life's fire has become but an ember?
Are we worthy of He who died on the cross?

-Mike Ashley



Peter said...

I like that Mike, you should write/publish more.

lime said...

very nice. thank you. very good reminder.

Raggedy said...

I hope you are well and had a great Easter.
Huggles and Love from our home to yours.

SoulSearcher said...

Very nice. Thank you for sharing. I hope you had a wonderful Easter.

Christina said...


SoulSearcher said...

Thank you for the comment on my blog. I'm glad you liked my poem. Drop by any time,I'll be posting more.

Serena Joy said...

Beautifully done, Mike.

Hale McKay said...

Thank you, Peter, Lime, Raggedy, Soulsearcher, Christina, and Serena.

I do think that too many people forget the meaning behind most of the holidays, distracted by the commercialization of them.

Miss Cellania said...

That's beautiful, Mike.

Hale McKay said...

Thank you, Miss C.